The classroom buzzed with low chatter as students shuffled into their seats, some still rubbing sleep from their eyes while others were already hunched over notebooks. In the middle of the room, Tyler Hernández leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, brown eyes scanning the room with a quiet confidence. His brown skin was illuminated by the morning light filtering through the windows, and his dark brown hair, slightly tousled, framed his face.

Beside him, his twin sister, Taylor Hernández, sat with a similar posture, their resemblance striking—same brown eyes, same complexion—though Tyler's expression was sharper, more observant, as she tapped her pencil against her desk.

At the front of the room, Aiden Clark slouched in his chair, red eyes half-lidded as he spun a pen between his fingers. His bleached blond hair, messy as ever, stuck up in odd angles, a stark contrast to his tanned skin. He didn’t seem particularly interested in the lesson about to start, but that wasn’t new.

Across from him, his cousin, Ben Clark, sat in near silence, his hair falling over his dark eyes. He wasn’t one for conversation, and his blank expression made it hard to tell if he was deep in thought or just uninterested.

Near the window, Ashlyn Banner ran a hand through her long orange hair, green eyes flicking between her notes and the classroom door, as if counting the seconds until class would start. Her light skin practically glowed under the sunlight, giving her an almost ethereal look.

Meanwhile, Logan Fields adjusted his glasses, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as he reread the first few lines of the day’s assignment. His light brown hair was neatly combed, but the slight slouch in his posture hinted at exhaustion.

As the bell rang, the chatter died down, and the six of them, scattered throughout the classroom, turned their attention—whether willingly or not—toward the front. Another long school day had just begun.